Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
The Brainliest Answer!
The point of view of this poem is that ,the poet is confused which way he should prefer.and he he stares at both of the roads.and he describes both of them. one road is clear, and clearly shows that it is the road which is mostly prefered by thravellers. and the other road looks like it wanted wear and tear.the poet could not see beyond the bend in the road.this poem shows the,the different paths we will have to choose in our life.but we have no choise but to choose only one.
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